Just wiggling Mummy!

Molly has gone completely ballet mad! In fact, any form of dance, she wants to do it. I must find a class for her, or she is going to drive me slowly (actually quite quickly) insane! Any piece of music - even me playing her little pink guitar - is reason enough to dance. And we have even got to the point where she will refuse trousers/jeans, even on a cloudy day, because they are no good to dance in... what a little prima donna eh!?

This is probably a really gross story to relate, but to me it was just hilarious and one of my pregnant friends nearly went into labour (very early!) when I told her about it. So, be warned! I was washing up or doing something in the kitchen the other day and she came in performing her version of the funky chicken, arms flapping and bottom wiggling madly. I said 'great dancing honey' she said... 'no Mummy, I'm not dancing, I'm wiggling my poo'. On further investigation, she had been dancing (to The Wiggles no less), but then she.... well, you get the idea... well, it made me laugh!!